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neighbors (Matthew Sturniolo)

pt.2

Friday morning was full of excitement. Charlie and I had barely slept the night before, too eager about picking up our cars. The moment we got to the dealerships, it felt surreal seeing our new cars parked out front, gleaming in the morning sunlight.

Charlie’s yellow Jeep Wrangler stood out like a burst of sunshine, and my forest green Ford Bronco had this rugged, timeless look that made me fall in love with it all over again. We couldn’t stop grinning as we signed the last bits of paperwork and were handed the keys.

Once we were done, we decided to meet back at the house and park our cars side by side. The contrast of Charlie’s bright yellow and my deep green made for the perfect aesthetic, and we couldn’t pass up the opportunity for a photo op. We set up the tripod and took a bunch of pictures in front of our cars, arms around each other, grinning from ear to ear.

One picture stood out: the two of us leaning against our cars, It perfectly captured the moment, our excitement radiating through the screen.

Back inside, we edited the picture quickly and posted it to our joint Instagram account with the caption:

“New wheels, new beginnings. Video dropping tonight at 8 PM EST! Huge thank you to you guys for making all of this possible. We love you so much!”

Within minutes, the post started blowing up with likes and comments. Fans were excited to see the new cars and were already hyped for the video announcement.

“Okay, that’s done,” I said, setting my phone down.

“Yup,” Charlie replied, her face already buried in her phone. “Do you want to go to that party tonight?”

“What party?” I asked back.

Last year Sam and Colby, the ghost-hunting YouTubers, had come to Massachusetts twice to film with us. They’d reached out after seeing some of our vlogs where we explored abandoned buildings, claiming we had the perfect skepticism for a collaboration. The first shoot had been a creepy old mansion, and the second, an eerie graveyard that left us questioning our life choices. Those videos were some of the highlights of our channel, and working with Sam and Colby had been an absolute blast.

We kept in touch sporadically through Instagram DMs, commenting on each other’s projects and hyping each other up, but we hadn’t seen them since the last collaboration.

“Sam and Colby invited us to their party” She replied very nonchalant

I blinked, “What?”

She shoved her phone in my face, and there it was a dm from Sam

“Hey, char, We’re throwing a party tonight seeing you guys just moved here figured it was the perfect welcome. Have y/n text Colby if you guys want to come.”

“First party here?” I said, sitting up straight. “I mean fuck it”

“Exactly,” Charlie said, pacing the room. “Text Colby.”

I hesitated for a moment, thinking about the crowd that would be there. I rolled over on top of Charlie and started grunting “There's going to be a lot of people, isn't there?”

Charlie gave me a look like I was insane. “We moved to LA. What else did you expect”

She had a point.

“Okay,” I said, nodding. “Ill text him.” I pulled my phone out typing up colbys name in my messages .

‘Hey, me and charles will go send me ur address and the time you want us there’

Colby quickly texted me back with the information and I saw it was about forty five minutes from us.

“Okay we have like two hours till we have to start getting ready” I told Charlie, throwing my phone across the couch.

“Now the big question,” she said, trying to push me off of her. “What the hell are we going to wear?”

I’d just hit “post” on our car shopping vlog and already saw the comments rolling in, fans gushing about our new cars and how excited they were for our move to LA. I closed the laptop and stood, stretching.

“Alright,” I said, turning to Charlie, who was rummaging through the cabinets “Let’s do this.”

We ran upstairs and Charlie came into my room with clothes in hand “What are you wearing?”

She held up a sheer grey sparkly cropped top with a satisfied grin. “This, with black jeans and a black bra underneath. Casual, but still hot. What about you?”

I stared at my closet for a second before grabbing my cheetah-print corset top and a loose, short black skirt.

Charlie whistled, nodding in approval. “What the fuck, your boobs are going to look so good”

We spent the next hour getting ready, music blasting in the background. I curled my hair in loose waves while Charlie applied her makeup with the precision of an artist. After throwing on my outfit, I accessorized with a pair of silver hoops, a stack of bracelets and necklaces. Charlie opted for sleek eyeliner and a touch of highlighter that caught the light perfectly.

By the time we were both dressed.

“Our ubers almost here, ready?” Charlie asked, her grin infectious.

I smirked, grabbing my purse. “Lets get fucked up.”

The Uber dropped us off in front of a sprawling mansion glowing with string lights and thumping with bass. People were spilling out onto the driveway, drinks in hand, laughing and shouting over the music.

“Okay, this is a lot,” Charlie whispered as we stepped onto the property.

“It'll be fun,” I muttered back, adjusting my skirt as we approached the front door.

Inside, the party was even more chaotic. The lights were dim, colored LED strips casting a neon glow over the crowded rooms. The air smelled like expensive perfume, alcohol, and something faintly burnt—probably weed.

“Y/N! Charlie!” Colby’s voice cut through the noise. He appeared out of nowhere, a wide grin on his face. He pulled us into quick hugs, kissing my forehead. “You made it! I’m so glad. Drinks are in the kitchen. Just have fun. I’ll find you guys later!”

Before we could say much, he disappeared into the crowd, already engrossed in some conversation.

Charlie and I exchanged a look.

We made our way to the kitchen, weaving through groups of influencers we recognized from YouTube and TikTok. The countertops were lined with bottles of alcohol, mixers, and cups, and a bartender stood behind the counter, casually pouring drinks.

“Two vodka sodas, please,” Charlie ordered, leaning on the counter.

I glanced around, taking in the party. People were dancing, talking, laughing, and in the living room, something made me stop short. A group of people were casually doing lines of coke on the glass coffee table like it was nothing.

Charlie followed my gaze and froze. “Uh…”

“That’s…a lot,” I said, grabbing my drink and taking a sip.

“Fuck it, its LA,” she suggested.

“You're right.”

We carried our drinks into the living room, After scanning the area, we found a couple of empty spots on a couch and sat down. The vibe was weird—part glitzy and glamorous, part outright hedonistic—but at least the music was good, and the drinks were strong.

“This is going to be an interesting night,” Charlie muttered, glancing around.

I nodded, taking another sip. “Understatement of the year.”

Charlie and I decided to split up after a while. “You go do your thing,” she said with a smirk. “I’m gonna see if I can find someone interesting to talk to.”

I laughed, finishing off my drink. “Fine, but don’t leave me stranded with coke heads.”

She winked and disappeared into the crowd, leaving me to wander. I ended up by the bar again, where I ran into Jake Webber and Carrington, two creators I had followed for years.

“You’re Y/N, right?” Jake asked, flashing a charming grin.

“Yeah, that’s me,” I said, trying to sound casual.

“We’ve seen your stuff,” Carrington added, leaning on the counter. “You are hilarious.”

“Thanks,” I said, genuinely flattered. “You guys are too”

We quickly got into a conversation about how they've never seen me around before, and I explained the whole finishing college.

Until I felt someone staring.

I turned, and there he was—Chris. His expression was a mix of shock and irritation, and it didn’t take long for him to storm over.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he demanded, his voice low but firm.

Jake and Carrington both looked between us, clearly uncomfortable.

“Uh, I think we’ll let you guys talk,” Jake said, quickly retreating with Carrington.

“What are you talking about?” I said, crossing my arms. “It’s a party. I was invited.”

Chris ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. “This isn't some college party, Y/N. You shouldn’t be here. People actually do drugs and get fucked up here”

“Are you serious? I’m perfectly fine, Chris.”

“No, you’re not,” he snapped. “You don’t know half the shit that goes down at these parties.”

“I don’t need your protection. I’ve been fine without you for four years.”

His jaw clenched, and before I could react, he grabbed my arm.

“What the fuck!” I shouted, trying to pull away, but his grip was firm.

“We’re talking. Alone,” he said, dragging me upstairs despite my protests.

When we reached an empty room, he finally let go, slamming the door shut behind us.

“What the fuck is your problem?” I yelled, rubbing my arm.

“My problem is you being here, acting like this is just some casual party,” he fired back. “You don’t belong here, your too good for all of this”

“I’m not a child, Chris! Stop treating me like one.”

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, his voice dropping, almost pleading. “This place, these people—they’re not for you, Y/N.”

“Why do you even care?” I shot back, my voice cracking slightly. “You made it pretty clear you didn’t four years ago.”

His face softened for a moment, but he quickly masked it with frustration. “You don’t get it. I never stopped caring.”

I stared at him, my chest tightening with anger. “Well, maybe you should have.”

I glared at Chris, my voice trembling with anger. “You don’t get to do this, Chris. You don’t get to come into my life out of nowhere and act like you care.”

“I do care!” he shot back, his frustration boiling over.

“Really? Because it sure didn’t feel like it when you left. When you and your brothers decided we weren’t worth a conversation, a warning, anything.”

Chris rubbed the back of his neck, his jaw tightening. “We had to go. It wasn’t just about us—it was about what was best for our careers.”

“And what about us? What about Charlie? Do you even know what you did to her? She loved you, Chris, and you shattered her heart without a second thought.”

His face twisted in pain, but he stayed silent.

“And don’t even get me started on Matt,” I continued, my voice rising. “Do you have any idea what it was like to watch the person I thought I’d spend my life with just… leave? To find out everything I thought we had was just gone because you three made a decision that didn’t include us?”

Chris opened his mouth to respond, but I wasn’t done.

“He told me it was for my own good,” I said, my voice breaking. “That he didn’t want to ‘drag me down.’ But you know what? That wasn’t his choice to make. He didn’t trust me enough to stay and fight for us. He didn’t trust me.”

Chris’s shoulders slumped, and he looked at me, guilt etched across his face. “Matt never got over you,” he said softly.

I let out a bitter laugh. “Don’t you dare try to make this about how hard it was for him. He left me, Chris. He made that choice. He didn’t even try to work it out. And you—you were just as bad. You lied to Charlie, broke her heart, and walked away like we didn’t even matter.”

“I didn’t know what else to do,” he yelled

“You could’ve stayed,” I shot back. “You could’ve talked to us. But instead, you left us to pick up the pieces while you chased your dreams. And now you’re here, what? Hoping we’ll just forget all of it?”

Chris ran a hand through his hair, his face crumbling. “It wasn’t like that, Y/N.”

“Then tell me what it was like,” I challenged. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you three cared more about yourselves than the people who loved you.”

Chris looked away, unable to meet my gaze. The silence between us was heavy, suffocating. Finally, I shook my head, stepping back toward the door.

“You made your choices, Chris,” I said, my voice cold. “And we’ve made ours. Stay away from me. Stay away from Charlie. Just stop. I am going to go downstairs and enjoy this party. And you, your going to fuck right off.”

I turned and walked out, slamming the door behind me, my heart pounding in my chest.

As I sipped my drink, chatting with a girl who’d just introduced herself as Riley, I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned and, of course, there he was. Matt. The last person I wanted to see tonight.

I sighed loudly, pinching the bridge of my nose for dramatic effect. “Can I have one night of peace, please?”

“Nope,” Matt replied flatly, his jaw set and his eyes locked on me. “We’re leaving. Now.”

I stared at him, dumbfounded. “Excuse me? We’re not doing anything. You’re free to go, but I’m staying right here.”

He crossed his arms, his expression unyielding. “I’m serious, Y/N. This party isn’t for you. We’re leaving.”

I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. “Oh, give me a break, Matt. You don’t get to decide what’s for me anymore. You lost that privilege a long time ago.”

He didn’t flinch, didn’t back down. “I’m not asking, Y/N. Let’s go.”

I groaned, the frustration boiling over. “Whatever makes you leave me alone.”

Pulling my phone from my bag, I quickly texted Charlie:

Change of plans. Get an Uber home without me. I’ll explain later.

Without waiting for her reply, I turned to Matt. “Happy now?”

He didn’t say anything, just motioned toward the door. I followed him, my anger simmering under the surface. Of all the people in the world to interrupt my night, it just had to be him.

The car ride home was suffocatingly silent. Every second stretched painfully, and I could feel Matt’s presence like a weight on my chest. I stared out the window, my mind racing, trying to process how the night had spiraled so fast.

When we finally pulled into my driveway, I unbuckled my seatbelt, ready to escape this nightmare. But as I stepped out, I realized Matt was right behind me, following me up the walkway.

I stopped dead in my tracks, turning to face him. “Um, your house is that way,” I said, pointing next door.

He didn’t respond. Instead, he reached into my bag, yanked out my keys, and unlocked the door. Before I could even react, he pushed the door open and guided me inside with an unyielding grip on my arm.

“Matt! What the FUCK are you doing?” I snapped, jerking my arm free.

He shut the door behind us, his eyes blazing with anger. “We need to talk.”

“Oh, now you want to talk?” I shot back, throwing my bag onto the couch. “Four years, Matt. Four years of silence, and you think you can just walk into my life and demand a conversation?”

“I didn’t have a choice back then!” he yelled, his voice cracking with frustration.

I laughed bitterly. “You didn’t have a choice? You chose to leave. You chose to walk away from me, from everything we had! Don’t stand here and act like you’re some victim.”

“I had to leave, Y/N!” he shouted, stepping closer. “I did it for us. For our future. You think it was easy for me to walk away?”

I scoffed, crossing my arms. “Don’t you dare try to twist this into some noble act. You left with nothing. No explanation, no warning—just gone.”

Matt’s face twisted with frustration. “I didn’t want to drag you down with me. You deserved better—”

“Don’t you dare tell me what I deserved!” I interrupted, my voice trembling. “You don’t get to make that call for me. You abandoned me, Matt. And you don’t get to waltz back into my life like nothing happened.”

He ran his hands through his hair, pacing the room. “I didn’t abandon you! I thought—”

“You thought what?” I spat. “That I’d just wait around for you? That I’d put my life on hold while you chased whatever the hell it is you wanted?”

“I thought you’d understand,” he said quietly, his voice laced with pain.

I shook my head, my throat tightening. “I don’t understand, Matt. I don’t understand how you could hurt me like that and then come back here and act like you care.”

“I do care, Y/N!” he shouted, his voice echoing through the room. “I’ve always cared!”

“Bullshit!” I screamed, the tears finally spilling over. “If you cared, you wouldn’t have left! You wouldn’t have destroyed me! I hate you, Matt. I hate you.”

His face crumbled, and for a moment, I thought he might cry. But then his expression shifted, anger flickering in his eyes. “You don’t mean that,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.

“Oh, I mean it,” I said, my voice sharp as glass. “And just so we’re clear, I’ve moved on. I have a boyfriend now, Matt. His name is Leo, and he actually cares about me.”

Matt froze, his eyes narrowing. “You’re lying,” he said.

“I’m not,” I said coldly, meeting his gaze. “He’s everything you’re not. Reliable, honest, present.”

Matt’s breathing quickened, and he took a step closer, his fists clenched at his sides. “He’ll never love you like I do,” he said, his voice shaking with anger.

I laughed bitterly, the sound hollow. “Love? Don’t make me laugh, Matt. Whatever you felt for me died the second you walked out that door.”

His face twisted with pain, but I didn’t care. I was done being the girl he left behind. Done letting him think he had any power over me.

I swallowed hard, the words burning in my throat. “The tattoo. The one of our dorm number. What the hell were you thinking?”

Matt’s jaw clenched, and his eyes darted away like he didn’t want to answer.

“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about,” I said, stepping closer. “I saw it, Matt. The key. The number. Why would you do that? Why would you brand yourself with something you so easily left behind?”

“I didn’t leave it behind,” he said quietly, his voice barely audible.

I let out a bitter laugh. “You could’ve fooled me. You left. You didn’t look back. And now you’re walking around with this permanent reminder? What’s the point? To pretend you didn’t completely destroy me?”

“I got it because I never forgot,” he snapped, his voice rising as he finally looked at me. “Because no matter how far I went, no matter how much time passed, it was always there. You were always there.”

I felt my stomach twist, anger bubbling to the surface. “Do you even hear yourself right now? You don’t get to say that. You don’t get to act like you’ve been suffering when you were the one who made this choice!”

“You think this has been easy for me?” he shouted, stepping closer. “You think I don’t regret it every fucking day? That I don’t wake up wishing I’d done things differently?”

“Then why didn’t you?” I yelled back, my voice breaking. “Why didn’t you stay? Why didn’t you fight for us?”

His face crumpled, and for a moment, he looked utterly defeated. “Because I was scared, okay? I was scared I’d hold you back, that I’d ruin everything good in your life.”

“You already did,” I whispered, the words cutting through the air like a knife.

Matt flinched, his shoulders slumping. “I thought I was doing the right thing,” he said.

I shook my head, tears streaming down my face. “The right thing would’ve been staying. Fighting for me, for us. But instead, you left. And now you’re standing here, acting like you’re the victim. It’s pathetic, Matt.”

He took a shaky breath, his eyes locking onto mine. “I don’t know how to fix this,” he said, his voice breaking.

“You can’t,” I said firmly. “It’s too late. You made your choice, and I’ve moved on. You need to do the same.”

The silence that followed was deafening. Matt looked at me like he wanted to say something, like he wanted to fight for me now, but it was too late.

“Go,” I said softly, my voice steady despite the tears. “Just go, Matt.”

This time, he didn’t hesitate. He turned and walked out the door, leaving me standing there, shattered all over again.

I dragged myself upstairs, each step feeling heavier than the last. My chest was tight, my breaths shallow as if the weight of the night was physically crushing me. I stepped into the bathroom, not even bothering to turn on the light at first. The dim glow from the hallway was enough as I stared at myself in the mirror. My red, puffy eyes and tear-streaked face stared back at me, a reflection of how utterly wrecked I felt.

I turned on the shower, letting the water heat up as I pulled off my clothes. The moment I stepped under the spray, the tears started again, mixing with the water cascading down my face. I sobbed quietly, my hands gripping the tiled walls for support. The warmth of the shower did nothing to ease the cold, empty feeling in my chest.

It wasn’t fair. None of it was fair.

The memories came flooding back: laughter in our dorm, late-night conversations, stolen kisses. And then the way he left, how he tore everything apart. And now—now he had the audacity to show up, to push himself back into my life when I’d worked so hard to move on.

By the time I turned off the water and stepped out, my legs felt weak, and my heart felt heavier. I wrapped myself in a towel and padded to my room. Pulling on an oversized sweatshirt that fell to my thighs and a pair of underwear, I tried to focus on anything other than the ache in my chest.

I took my time with my skincare routine, the familiar motions grounding me. Cleanse, tone, moisturize—it was a small act of care in a moment where I felt so completely uncared for.

Finally, I headed downstairs, my hair still damp and clinging to my neck. I grabbed my water bottle from the kitchen and made my way to the couch. Curling up in the corner, I tucked my knees under the sweatshirt and pulled a blanket over myself.

The house was quiet, save for the faint hum of the fridge. I glanced at my phone, seeing no new texts or missed calls. Charlie wasn’t home yet, but I needed her. I needed her to burst through the door with her dramatic energy and remind me I wasn’t alone.

I grabbed my phone and decided it was time to finally tell Leo about Matt living next door. I sent him a text lying in the process saying all that happened was I saw him outside, and we didn't speak.

I stared at my phone, waiting for Leo’s response. My heart was pounding, and I wasn’t sure if it was from the confrontation with Matt earlier or the anxiety of telling Leo. I knew he would be upset, but I didn’t realize how upset until his response came through.

Leo: What? Are you kidding me?

Leo: You’re telling me you’re near him again? After everything?

My fingers trembled as I read his messages. His words stung more than I expected.

Me: I didn’t want him to be here either, Leo. It just happened.

Leo: No, Y/N, you literally live next door to him. What are you going to go back to him now?

Me: I’m not going back to him. I’m just dealing with the fact that he’s living next door now. And I didn’t know until tonight.

Leo: I hate that he’s still in your head, its supposed to be me and you. Not you and matt and maybe me.

I let out a shaky breath, tears pricking at my eyes. It hurt to see him so angry, but I couldn’t blame him.

Me: I’m not letting him back in, Leo. I swear.

Leo: You say that, You’re letting him get in the way of us.

Me: That’s not fair, Leo. I didn’t choose for him to be there. He shouldn't be affecting us at all.

There was a long pause, and when his next message came through, I could feel the frustration and hurt in every word.

Leo: I’m sorry, but I can’t do this. I can’t sit here and wait for you to just go back to him. You think I didn't hear about you guys all the time, we were on the hockey team together. I don’t want to end up being second to him.

I felt like the air had been sucked out of my lungs. My eyes were blurring with tears, and I felt a lump form in my throat. This was not how I expected this to go. I thought Leo would understand. I thought he would have my back, not be so furious with me for being in this situation.

Me: Leo, please don’t say that.

But I could tell by the tone of his messages, he was already done.

Leo: I think we need some space, Y/N. I don’t know if I can keep doing this.

My hands shook as I stared at the screen. I could feel the walls closing in around me, suffocating me. I didn’t know how to fix this, how to make things right with Leo. He was right to be angry, but it felt like I was losing him for something that wasn’t even my fault.

Me: I’m sorry, Leo. I really am.

There was no reply after that, and I just stared at my phone, willing it to buzz with a message that would undo the damage I’d done. But it didn’t. And I couldn’t help but feel like I was losing everything: Leo, my peace, and my control over this new chapter of my life.

As I stared at my phone, trying to calm my racing thoughts, my eyes caught a notification on the screen. I hadn’t expected it. I didn’t want to expect it.

Matt followed you on TikTok.

It was like the breath left my body all over again. I couldn’t help but stare at the notification for a few seconds, I had forgotten to re-block him, feeling the weight of everything crash down on me. I hadn’t wanted this. I didn’t want any of this anymore. My mind was spinning, overwhelmed by the weight of what had just happened with Leo, the confrontation with Matt, and the fact that my entire world felt like it was being flipped upside down.

I glanced over at the clock. Charlie wasn’t home yet, and I knew she was probably out having fun, doing her thing, while I was stuck here, buried under everything that had been happening. The noise in my head was unbearable.

I sighed, standing up and walking towards the bedroom. I pulled back the covers and crawled into bed. I felt like I’d been running a race that I couldn’t keep up with. All the thoughts, the emotions, the people who had once meant everything to me – they were all tangled in my chest, suffocating me.

I needed to escape it all, at least for a moment. I pulled the blankets tight around me, trying to make myself as small as possible, hoping that the weight of it all would disappear if I just closed my eyes.

But the reality was that it wouldn’t. None of it would.

I shut off my phone and threw it across the room, too tired to even process the pain it caused me. I just needed to shut down, stop thinking, even if it was just for tonight.

I tried to push the thoughts of Matt and Leo out of my head, but they lingered, gnawing at me. I didn’t know where to go from here. Everything had become so complicated. And as much as I hated to admit it, I was exhausted from trying to figure it all out.

I closed my eyes, burying my face in the pillow, and let myself drift into a restless sleep, hoping that when I woke up, maybe everything would be a little clearer.

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curiouspupsicle · 2 months ago

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Fics That Made Me LOL - Fan Fic Friday

Surely, I'm not the only person in need of a laugh, right? So here are some links to fics that made me giggle, laugh, or guffaw. Some have been around for a while. But at the top of my list for humor. A Little Time to Choose (Teen) - In which Aziraphale decides to grow facial hair. Delightful one-shot, post season 1 with witty banter by HotCrossPigeon. Also by HotCrossPigeon is Fancy Patter on the Telephone (General), set during the Covid lockdown. Features the phone conversations between our favorite angel and demon. Can I Have Your Number (General) - AppleSeeds crafts a cute little story where Aziraphale makes an ass of himself when that cute bartender asks for his number. Or does he?

I had to edit this list to add AppleSeeds' hilarious Keep Digging (Teen). I read it shortly after compiling this post thanks to a rec from @di-42. Human AU in which a nervous Crowley wants to ask Aziraphale out. But every time he humiliates himself in the attempt, he creates another web of lies to keep from looking even more stupid. And no, it doesn't work. I have never laughed harder at a fic. How to Win a Lifetime Achievement Award for Services to Television (and how not to) (Teen) by GaryOldman - Human AU in which Crowley is a late-nite talk show host who gives a lifetime achievement award to Aziraphale, a morning show host. An ill-advised flirty comment on camera gets Crowley in trouble. But the "angelic" Aziraphale gives as good as he gets. I wrote this one. But one line in particular made me snicker. In Will You Ever Stop Surprising Me (Mature), Crowley wonders if he'll get bored after foiling the end times yet again. But watching his favorite angel in their local sex shop has him realizing Aziraphale is still full of surprises. Fluff, just fluff. And finally, a WIP I'm really enjoying, Waveslengths & Frequencies (Explicit) by imposterssyndrome & shades_of_eccles_cakes. In the last chapter, the banter between the writers is as funny (ok, even funnier) than the banter between our heroes. Human AU about rival DJs at a radio station. And yes, you have to read the footnotes. They're hilarious! Reblog to share the laughs.

#reblog to share some laughs #good omens #good omens fanfiction #fan fiction #ao3 fanfic #fan writing

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pinkscaped · 7 months ago

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⌗ HEADLINES ! HEADLINES !

A mini collection of headlines that made The Pinkscape stand still. Content warning for Age Gap Relationships, Slut Shaming, and Employee x Boss Relationships!

POSTED : MAY 23RD 2024.

Hide your moms! Finn Lee was spotted making out with veteran idol and second-gen icon Myrah Yamazaki on the balcony of the Mydol building. It's alleged that the pair were at a company party, celebrating the acquirement of DeepDive's contract from Flowerbank Entertainment, when the pair went outside to smoke together. A fan, who might or might not be a stalker that doesn't matter here, caught the pair "kissing passionately" on the balcony after talking for a few minutes.

Though Mydol has released no official statement, Myrah posted on her blog about the photos, stating:

"I know I only post on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Sundays, and it's a Friday, but I just want to say that I DID kiss that guy, and it shouldn't matter. I kiss a lot of guys my age, not my age, older, younger, whatever. I kiss a lot of men because I want to, and I am nearly forty. Apologies for kissing your bias or whatever but leave me alone. He's not hard to kiss so go find him and kiss him yourself. TTYL xoxo, Myrah."

Many girl group stans found this statement empowering, while DeepDive stans found it offensive to Finn, who has remained silent on the issue. "She could've not called him a ran through whore like that," Twitter user "kiwowsussy" posted. "She's a loser I do not get y'alls obsession 😭" User "l8rbaebi" said in the quotes of the original article. This pairing seemed to cause a lot of commotion on Twitter and Instagram, many fans flooding both Myrah and Finn's comments with demands for an apology or pleas for them to break up.

To which, Finn simply replied with these Instagram stories:

Though it's still debated if the pair are officially dating or not, fans have seemed to calm down due to the very blunt statements of, and I quote, not giving a fuck.

POSTED : JUNE 3RD 2024.

Controversy follows Jung Yoonah wherever she goes. We were all there for when the infamous photobooth Jinah pics were posted to the Mydol Family Twitter. If you don't remember, here's a refresher:

Whichever intern posted that was obviously fired because the incident not only caused the tweet's deletion but also Mydol to release an official statement, threatening legal action if anyone makes "defamatory remarks about staff or artists" which we know Son Jinhwa is not above doing when you say something he doesn't like.

What was shocking was the 20-minute explanation video Jung Yoonah would go on to upload on her personal channel. In the video she's sitting on her bed room floor, providing her perspective on the entire situation as well as some insight on the infamous trial between her and Son Jinhwa in 2023.

"I think it's beneficial for everyone to know the truth. I did not want to leave Angelico, I did not want to sue Jinhwa or press charges against him, and I do not believe he is a bad person, which is why I took the first chance to sign with him again. All of those decisions were made for me by people who didn't and still don't care what I have to say. I never wanted to go to trial, but I'm dealing with its ramifications every day. I'm tired of it." Yoonah would start the video off guns a blazing, later going on to name-drop Lee Iseul, Carmen Bae, and former Venus member Bliss as the main people making these choices for her, which caused a massive stir online.

"With all the sincerity in my heart, please stop treating me like a child. I have had people make the most basic of decisions for me my entire life, and I would greatly appreciate it if everyone let me do what I want. I'm twenty-five years old. Let me live my life even if you don't like how I'm living it, please." This plea would cause a debate on whether or not Yoonah is capable of making her own decisions, her messy past of substance abuse, toxic relationships, and mental illness being brought up by fans and detractors alike.

While the video proved to be controversial, it got her point across and even had constellations trending #WELOVEYOUBAEBI across various platforms, which Yoonah responded to by posting an Instagram story of a black screen with a single "thank you 🤍" in the center of it. Despite this support, many are still worried about Yoonah's well-being under the management of Son Jinhwa, who was found guilty of assaulting the idol last March.

The worries seem to have fallen on deaf ears.

POSTED : DECEMBER 3RD 2023.

Son Roan, the magnetic CEO of Angelico Entertainment, was recently seen on what seemed to be a date with Yoomi, once the central figure and lead dancer of Lunarix. However, Yoomi's recent demotion by Mydol Entertainment has led many to question her abilities and intentions.

Born in 2001, Yoomi is ten years younger than Roan, who was born in 1991. Despite her youth, she has struggled to captivate the public. Both fans and critics have noted her lack of exceptional talent and her abrasive demeanor. Her appearance, which some consider average by K-pop standards, hasn't significantly boosted her popularity. This has fueled speculation that her association with Roan might be an attempt to gain attention rather than a genuine relationship.

Roan, renowned for his professionalism and keen business insight, swiftly addressed the circulating rumors. "We are merely close acquaintances," he clarified, adding, "I would never date an artist currently or formerly under my management." This statement seemed aimed at avoiding the kind of controversy that has long overshadowed his cousin, Son Jinhwa—CEO of Mydol Entertainment—who is notorious for dating younger women within his label.

Despite Roan's reassurances, public skepticism persists. Yoomi’s frequent appearances, often perceived as attention-seeking stunts, only serve to mar Roan’s otherwise stellar reputation. Her failure to secure a stable position within Lunarix has led many to question her true motives. Is she genuinely interested in Roan, or is this just another attempt to remain in the spotlight despite her waning popularity?

As the head of Angelico Entertainment, Roan has established himself as a figure of integrity and respect in the industry. It’s unfortunate that he is now caught up in this controversy, probably due to Yoomi's relentless pursuit of attention. His assertion that their relationship is strictly platonic should be sufficient to dispel the rumors, but Yoomi's controversial past makes it difficult to dismiss the suspicions entirely.

Roan works tirelessly to uphold his reputation as a respected figure in the industry, but Yoomi's relentless pursuit of fame consistently brings unwanted attention. The publc can only hope that Roan remains unaffected by this problematic association, so he can continue leading Angelico Entertainment with the same dignity and competence he has always shown.

At the moment, it appears that Roan is unjustly associated with his cousin's notorious actions due to Yoomi's frantic schemes. We can only hope that this will be a brief chapter in what will otherwise be a remarkable career for Son Roan.

POSTED : JUNE 6TH 2024.

Seoul's entertainment circles are buzzing with the latest news about Ahn Youngeun, the luminous actress and expecting mother, who was seen alone grocery shopping without her engagement ring. The missing sparkling diamond has ignited a wave of rumors concerning her relationship status with Son Jinhwa, the contentious CEO of Mydol Entertainment.

Son Jinhwa is no stranger to controversy, often making headlines for his eyebrow-raising behavior and tendency to date much younger female artists. However, last year he surprised everyone by announcing his engagement to Youngeun, the first woman his own age that he's publicly been involved with. Since then, their relationship has been closely scrutinized, and with the recent news of Youngeun's pregnancy, even more attention has been drawn to them. This new development has only intensified the public's curiosity and speculation.

At 32 years old, Youngeun was spotted without her engagement ring and in casual attire, causing speculation among fans and observers about the state of her high-profile relationship. However, when asked about it, Youngeun promptly shut down the rumors by clarifying that they are still planning to get married. She explained that she is currently pregnant and sometimes struggles with swelling, making wearing jewelry uncomfortable. She also emphasized her love for Jinhwa and how hurtful these rumors can be to her.

Son Jinhwa, 45, quickly came to his fiancée's defense. He shared a heartfelt photo from their maternity shoot on social media, captioned with "I love my wife," demonstrating their solidarity amidst the rampant rumors.

Although the couple has released statements to dispel the rumors, the public is still divided. Son's notorious history of objectifying his artists for financial gain and his controversial dating past have cast doubts on the authenticity of their relationship. Additionally, Youngeun's pregnancy and the significant age gap between them only add more complexity to the ongoing drama.

Is this merely a minor setback for the famous duo, or is something deeper at play? Time will reveal whether Youngeun and Jinhwa can withstand the turmoil and silence their critics. For now, the pair appears resolute in staying united, with or without a ring.

POSTED : JUNE 1ST 2024.

After being caught with Jung Juyeon, the failed actor turned dedicated fansite, Chloe Lee, the main vocalist of Venus, this past winter, she gave a somber apology via the Flowerbank official Youtube channel which has now been deleted.

With her hair in a low pontail, natural makeup, and a black turtle neck Chloe would stare somberly in the camera and lament how sorry she was for "abusing her power" and that "she was blinded by love" when falling for CozyChloe AKA Jung Juyeon. "I deeply regret my actions and hope you all can forgive me. I'm no longer seeing Juyeon and will begin seeing a therapist to help me with my behavior."

Yeah, all that was a lie.

On a recent URIDOL, the exclusive platform for Mydol artists, live stream Chloe would share a photobooth photo of her and none other than Lee Juyeon.

"I thought you guys broke up. No. Never. We're still in a relationship and have been even after that bullshit video," Chloe would respond to a comment with a proud grin on her face, "You guys didn't seriously believe that video, did you? I was never sorry. Iseul is just a bitch. That entire video was scripted...I should do more acting, shouldn't I?" She'd shrug her shoulders with a beaming smile.

This clip would go viral, sparking discussions of how we don't really know our idols and shouldn't trust anything put out by companies. Chloe would be scrutinized on social media for this, but only for a short amount of time, as her fans acted like the army, striking down any account that dared to speak ill of her, resulting in a whopping 52 accounts getting suspended.

Chloe would comment on the matter by posting a photo of her and Juyeon on a frozen yogurt date with a "😙" emoji, clearly unbothered.

We wish Juyeon luck.

POSTED : MARCH 13TH 2024

Angelina Choi lost the long-standing defamation lawsuit between her and Son Jinhwa, owing him an outstanding 20.7 billion won as well as a public apology, which she believed the same day she was publicly fired from her job at The Daily Idol, who also had to pay Jinhwa in damages.

"THE THING ABOUT JINHWA. The worst-kept secret in the idol industry." Was published September 6th, 2023 amid a nasty legal battle between him and Jung Yoonah AKA Baebi. This article weighed heavy allegations of grooming, pedophilia, and physical assault against Son Jinhwa, primarily focusing on the testimony from Kim Misun, an idol and estranged mother of his child. Misun would also be found guilty of defaming Jinhwa, though Jinhwa would not require her to pay him any damages, only asking for an apology behind closed doors.

Despite the jury and courts ruling in his favor, the public is split. The police records of Son Jinhwa's violence are undeniable, and the paternity of his son is also undeniable, but since the article's release, Misun has refused to release a statement. Though she didn't release a statement, her mother did, siding with Jinhwa and calling her daughter a liar. "Jinhwa never touched that girl. Those pictures are nothing more than a mentor and a mentee. She was always desperate for attention. I never thought she'd go this far. He's a good man who was good to her."

Following the verdict, Jinhwa says, "The jury gave me my life back." The public celebrates this, while Angelina Choi and Misun are shunned. Petitions to remove Misun from her group, Haute Pink, would reach over 100,000 signatures, and the group's Instagram page would be flooded with death threats and hate comments.

Flowerbank stood strong behind Misun, threatening legal action against those who slander their artist. "We believe Misun and stand firmly behind her throughout this heartbreaking verdict." But Misun, as usual, remained silent and will be absent from public appearances with her group until further notice.

Jinhwa walks a free man with a clean slate.

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hooked-on-elvis · 9 months ago

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The "Street suit", worn onstage by accident (1975)

TWO-TONED STREET SUIT | Other names: Penguin suit Used only once onstage, on August 19, 1975, at the Hilton Hotel in Las Vegas, Nevada, during the Midnight concert. Elvis wore the suit with a Black Macrame belt. Info from website elvisconcerts.com (Jumpsuit index)

According to the rumors, Elvis was late for the show that night and he had no time to change his clothes, so he just walked on-stage wearing what he had on at the moment: the Two-toned Street suit.

Elvis during concert in August 19, 1975, at the Hilton Hotel in Las Vegas, Nevada.

This sounds a little off to me, to be truthful. If EP in fact wasn't intending wearing the Street suit onstage then I wonder the reasons why: Did he get distracted and forgot to change his outfit in time? Maybe he was visiting with fans backstage or too busy chatting with guests/friends/family in his suite while resting before another concert could begun? (He performed the dinner concert the same night at 8:15pm and wore the Totem Pole suit for it); perhaps something happened with the other outfit he planned to change into for the second concert, considering he didn't want to wear the Totem Pole suit for both concerts the same night; or Elvis simply felt like wearing the Two-toned Street suit because he felt more comfortable in it at the moment. I guess we'll never know what actually happened.

UPDATE: I learned reason why he probably wasn't properly dressed for the August 19th concert. Thanks @deke-rivers-1957 for commenting on this post and sharing your knowledge on what was going on in Elvis' life in those days. I see I was only trying to be optimistic while guessing why Elvis wasn't properly dressed onstage in August 19, 1975 because it went through my mind it could be due to illness someway but I chose not to mention this possibility before. Thanks to you, we have an answer to share here. There you go:

Friday 15, in August 1975 "Late in the evening Elvis leaves Memphis for Las Vegas, very likely in the Jet Commander, but the place is forced to make an unscheduled stop in Dallas when Elvis has difficulty breathing. After resting for several hours in a motel, he recovers sufficiently to continue on the trip." Excerpt from book "Elvis Day by Day: The Definitive Record of His Life and Music" (1999) by Peter Guralnick and Ernst Jorgensen.

Using my words to finish the explanations, Elvis was visibly not okay since, at least, August 15, but all signals were ignored by him and the ones around him. On August 18, 1975 Elvis opened another engagement in Vegas, at the Las Vegas Hilton, but he was visibly still not in good shape. In the book, Ernst Jorgensen says "Elvis had to sit down for much of the performance". The 19th was the second concert night at the venue. Apparently, other than the "wrong suit" situation during the second concert that night, the shows ran smoothly — During the first concert that night, Elvis wore one of his proper performance outfits, the Totem Pole suit, as mentioned before. A possible reason why for the second concert he was dressed casually can be explained from what happened in August 20. On August 20, Elvis told his manager, Col. Parker, he wasn't feeling good enough to perform. Colonel Parker told him to perform that day again because "no prior notice had been given". After the concerts in August 20, the remainder of the shows at the Las Vegas Hilton for that season (it was suppose to be a two-week engagement) were "canceled due to illness". On the 21st, Elvis was back in Memphis and he was hospitalized at the Baptist Memorial Hospital.

The way I see it now with the accurate information, Elvis was trying to say he wasn't feeling okay and this suit was likely his way of showing he was ready to go home. It's only mentioned he was vocal about his illness on August 20th, but knowing this "Street suit" concert was the second that night on the 19th, Elvis was probably not intending to even perform a second concert when he wore his off-stage wardrobe during a performance that night. Maybe backstage he was trying to convince Parker to let him cancel the second show for the night and he didn't succeed in his attempt but it was too late to change his outfit for the show, or, perhaps, knowing a little of Elvis' personality, he was probably not dressed to perform just to piss Colonel Parker off, a way of showing his will needed to be respected and taken seriously.

I confess I really was trying not to imagine EP was sick during that concert, but that's the backstage story behind the "Two-toned Street Suit" worn onstage in 1975.

LET'S SEE THE KING IN ACTION WEARING THAT SUIT:

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Elvis had several different colored "two-toned street suits". He wore them during 1975 and 1976. This was the only one which was worn on-stage. Excerpt from website elvisconcerts.com (Jumpsuit index)

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About that, it's a part of Elvis's personality, as his friends told over the years, "when Elvis likes something, he goes all the way". From general off-work activities (going to the movies, amusement parks, riding motorcycles, collecting guns/police badges, and so on), to food and also to his wardrobe choices, Elvis overdid things when he liked something.

The King owned clothes in the same model in different colors, usually his favorites (blue, red, black and white). Below we have an example of this, before going to the Street Suit.

Two-toned Street Suit

EP had at least four of them: two are black and white with the variation between them being the reverse color scheme, another one goes in two shades of blue and a fourth suit goes in brown and beige tones.

The one he wore onstage is in the second picture below, this time worn casually, as usual. On the photos in both sides of that one, Elvis is wearing the reverse color scheme suit - same model but white with black side stripes and black lapel. On the latter pictures Elvis is wearing Two-toned Street suits in blue and another one in brown/beige tones.

Sometimes Elvis would wear the Two-tone suit jacket as a coat, over his actual stage wear:

The King wearing the Chicken Bone suit with the jacket of his blue shades "Two-Toned Street Suit" over his shoulders.

Elvis performing at the Hilton Hotel in Las Vegas, Nevada, on August 19, 1975 (Midnight concert).

Note: Those are only the pictures I could find of this one suit model Elvis had in different colors but it wouldn't surprise me if EP had more of them, which I imagine it would go in red-white or red-black color schemes or even all white/all black versions, but I haven't found pictures that can endorse this theory, so far.

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ingravinoveritas · 9 months ago

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I personally think its disgusting of what she posted yet again its all about her and she the reason why micheal keeps trending 4th day oh please he was trending for days before she came in the picture. And for someone who has no career and basically living off her parter who works so hard and been ill with virus the last few days and haven't been able to perform and she post this. Taking the credit for something that has nothing to do with her. He very grateful that she keep him grounded what that suppose to mean ? He was doing better before she came in the picture since he been with her his career have been slowed a little and she probably the reason for it

What do u say ?

Oh, boy. I saw this a little while ago, and all I could think was that the bar is so low at this point--like halfway between the fourth and fifth circles of Hell--and this still somehow falls short.

I know there has been a lot of talk about the t-shirt Anna is wearing (which was a gift from a fan at the stage door of Nye), but for me, the t-shirt is the least concerning part of all this. It's a reference to a quote from Staged (it's the title of a season 1 episode, in fact), and I am sure Michael found it funny. The only problem is that without the context of why it's a joke, it actually just isn't that funny. And it sets the stage for everything else that is happening.

Which brings me to the caption she wrote, which was what primarily caught my attention. The reason Michael is currently trending on Twitter (X, whatever we're calling it) is because of the overwhelmingly positive response to The Assembly, which aired last Friday night. He is receiving a tremendous amount of praise for being on the show, how he spoke to the interviewers, and the respectful and joyous atmosphere that was cultivated on the show. And rather than allude to any of that--not to mention Michael being sick recently, or the trip they went on to Disneyland Paris--Anna made Michael trending on Twitter about her.

That is what stands out to me the most. The idea of "keeping him grounded" that is coming across more like kicking someone when he is already down. That he somehow needs that, and that she would have us believe he is "grateful" to her for, what...comparing him to a loud bird? Repeatedly making fun of his looks and interests without a shred of respect or affection behind it? I'm also confused by the implication (and the irony) that Michael somehow has a large ego that needs to be kept in check when she is the one coming across as self-involved in this Insta story. So, yes. I'm at a bit of loss here.

I just keep thinking of the things she could have said instead. How she could have uplifted Michael, wished him well on returning to the stage tonight after several days' absence, said how she was glad to have spent time with him or taken care of him while he was ill. Just something that would give him a reason to hold his head high. But I guess it might just be easier to convince herself/everyone else that he is smiling if his head is hanging down instead.

I am just glad Michael is out performing again tonight and getting to be on stage and do the thing he truly loves to do. But those are my thoughts, and I'd be glad to hear from my followers about what you think, regardless of whether you agree or disagree...

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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 5 months ago

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Overheard AU.

This is a very rough draft of an AU I wrote ages ago but haven't polished. Thought I might post it to see thoughts.

Summary: You really shouldn't talk about secrets in an open area like the street.

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It starts with Tanaka Jin. He’s nothing special. He’s just a man with a sick child who is a fan of All Might. He’s lost his job and he’s struggling to find a new one when he barely has any worthwhile skills. He has a license for Quirk use given he can’t turn his off, but most are weirded out by his ability to be able to tell exactly what you want to eat.

He’s nothing special and when he sees All Might saving a kid from a villain made of sludge he stops to point his camera at the man. When he sees the hero run off, he follows. He wants his son to be happy, stuck in the hospital all day. Maybe a picture or video of the man a little closer will take his son’s mind off the bills the boy knows is piling up.

What he finds is All Might deflating and revealing a secret to a young boy.

He gets it on film.

Tanaka isn’t a bad man. He’s nothing special

But he’s a desperate man.

He would delete the video but he thinks of his son in the hospital, ill and not getting better. He thinks of the fact he lost his job. He thinks of his dead wife. He thinks of the fact the bills are getting higher and the fact he has very little in savings.

He’s not a bad man. Just desperate.

Later it’s what prevents him from being punished with more than probation.

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The news doesn’t run the video for a week. They want to check and double-check it, make sure it’s real.

It is and it runs on a Friday morning.

All Might learns about it when his PR agent blows up his phone, screaming. He watches it as his agent rants.

“I need to go.” He tells her and she stops.

“It’s true isn’t it.”

He doesn’t answer, just hangs up and runs.

His agent, a young woman named Akiko who refuses to use her last name and has a Quirk that has her gain energy from the sun, swears. Loudly and colorfully in seven different languages before she grabs her laptop.

Fuck you Yagi, she thinks before she throws herself into work.

Meanwhile, Izuku and his mother stare at the TV. It’s a day off of school thanks to a villain attack- though online schooling was there as was common for those incidents- and Izuku had just returned from his run when the video played.

His mother watches and then turns to him. He stared at her.

“... I believe in you.” She says and she means it even as her heart screams and her worries fill her. She believes in him. She knows he wants to be a hero, knows he’d claw and climb his way to it and she knows he’ll be hurt.

A Quirk will help him.

Izuku breaks down in his mother’s arms as she hugs him.

Toshinori shows up and knocks on the door while Izuku begins a light workout, worried about the media. Inko lets him in and they sit down to speak, all three.

The secret is out and Inko prepares for a press conference with Akiko while Toshinori calms Izuku and promises he won’t change his mind even if others offer.

It’s the start of a future with the two women threatening the men in their lives, while the men leave the women to their plotting.

It’s safer that way.

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The press conference takes place a week and two days after the video is released. All Might stands there with Izuku by his side, both dressed nicely.

All Might deflates a minute in and listens to the yelling.

“Please, calm down,” he asks and they listen, waiting. “It is true. My Quirk is known as One for All and is able to be passed from holder to holder as a sacred torch. And yes, I am going to be passing it down due to an injury that has severely limited me these past years.” Izuku is shaking beside him but manages to give a small smile to the crowd. “Young Midoriya Izuku is my chosen successor and has started his training already.”

“What’s his original Quirk?!” Shouts a voice and Toshinori makes a choice. It wasn’t bad when he was young but he’s heard things, seen how other pros wrinkle their noses and make comments, he’s seen the rise in statistics.

He doesn’t know but he’s aware.

“Like I am, Midoriya is biologically Quirkless.” He speaks and he sees the young boy turn to stare while everyone falls silent. “Due to this, we need to do a very hard workout for him to be able to earn the Quirk before the entrance exams.” He continued, ignoring the questions as he gave a small overview of his Quirk, admitting it also stockpiled Quirks and that was why he could hover for long periods of time. He spoke fondly of his mentor before he finally opened the floor to questions.

“Why chose Midoriya? Is it due to your shared origins?” Asks one.

“I chose him due to him showing me what it means to be a hero again. He inspired me to push beyond my time limit to save someone and I knew I had found my successor in a young teen who would run to help someone no matter what.” Vague and simple.

“Midoriya, what do you think of this?”

“... uh it’s a dream come true. I’ve always admired All Might and training with him is amazing.” Young Midoriya says and Toshinori smiles at him before the questions continue.

“All Might! Why not give it to someone with a Quirk?” Toshinori wants to growl. He wants to glare.

Instead, he lets Midoriya speak.

“Well as he said it can also potentially stockpile Quirks to. It makes sense to occasionally have a Quirkless successor to keep them low. Too many can potentially destroy a body due to the unstable factor of the Quirks.” Midoriya offers.

“Are you worried about Quirk Singularity?” Asks another paper. Midoriya perks up so Toshinori lets him continue.

“Oh! Well potentially? It makes sense but that’s just one theory and while it is possible that Quirks are outgrowing humans, human adaptability means that most likely we will create things to help us. Most likely support gear or the such. Though there is also the Wave Theory that shows some promise but then if that happens we don’t need to worry about to many Quirks stockpiling.”

“Wave Theory?” Asks a few reporters. Izuku blinks and then continues.

“The Wave Theory was proposed a few years back. Basically, the idea is that various myths, legends, and folklore are actually signs of Quirks. A scientist proposed the Wave Theory as a theory in which every few hundred or so years humans gain powers for a period of time before they vanish.” Midoriya explains. “It makes sense when you look at it. Magic and accusations of witchcraft could have been Quirks, while various sightings of dragons, elves and so on could have been mutations…”

“... why has this theory never been known before?!?” Asks a reporter who has pulled out a different notebook to write this down. Midoriya’s face falls.

“The one who did the research and created the theory was a Quirkless scientist who was murdered. No effort to find her killer was ever found and because she was Quirkless her research was never believed.” Midoriya says bluntly. Silence fills the room. “Her name was Dr. Kennedy Johnson and she was American.”

The conference ends on a quiet note. Toshinori can see their eyes.

They’re thinking statistics themselves.

He places a hand on Midoriya’s shoulders and the boy smiles at him.

He smiles back.

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At UA, a teacher without a class watches the conference and sighs.

“You want me to help?” He asks his boss and the white rodent laughs.

“Oh yes. He needs a helping hand I think.” Aizawa Shouta groans but smirks to himself.

This could be interesting.

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Now that the secret was out, now that people spoke about it to each other, heroes began picking up patrols. They made sure to be seen, made sure to do their job.

Some so they could rise in the ranks. Some because a part of them looks at All Might with a hole in his side and still working to his limit and feel guilt.

A few because they recognize that boy and feel guilt as well.

One because he’s angry and bitter and hates the fact that he will never beat All Might now. That everything was for nothing and that he had done what he’d done for nothing.

But they patrol. And some make sure to swing by where the tiny successor goes to school and lives, to keep him safe.

The police do too. They watch and keep an eye out. This boy will receive a Quirk bigger than him. He’s a successor to an empire. He cannot fall.

Teachers at Izuku’s school begin treating him differently. They try to win his favour. Izuku ignores it, not caring.

It’s only now they care? Only now they want him to like them?

He gets angry and rants to his mom, rants to All Might about it, and both promise to come down hard on Aldera. Just not yet. Izuku is too busy, too focused. He can’t have a scandal now.

Pity he won’t get a choice.

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Bullies don’t go away because someone becomes popular. Some do but others, others angry that the Quirkless freak, the Quirkless waste of space is getting a Quirk, getting what they should have…

They don’t.

They plan it out, and approach Bakugou Katsuki for help.

Katsuki is an angry child. He’s angry and bitter and he’s got a complex about being the best. He has to be the best. Deku, stupid Deku, has always looked down on him he knows this-

He ignores the whispers he’s an idiot and he had fallen from a high spot and of course someone would check on him-

He doesn’t think, not really. In another life he would throw himself at a boy his first day of school, risking it all. In another life he would ignore orders not to use gauntlets that could kill during an exercise because he thinks Deku looks down upon him. In another life he would push and push and force himself into something because he wants to know the secret. All his life consequences have missed him due to his Quirk, due to the fact no one cares about the Quirkless boy. Katsuki is a genius, but he is still a boy confined by his own thoughts and beliefs.

Is it any surprise he joins a plan to beat down Deku? Any surprise he wants Deku to know his place?

They corner Deku after school, right behind it. A teacher sees but looks away. They agree with the boys. Others deserve it more.

The groups only can do a bit of damage before a grey scarf is tanking them away, as wood grabs them and as a voice shouts.

“Don’t you move, I’m going to be looking into why a teacher let this happen.”

Aizawa looks down at the young boy and sees another in his place and knows in his bones that he won’t let this kid fail, even as he drags away the boys, grabbing the teacher who looks pale.

He will make sure this kid succeeds.

No one notices the reporter until the next day when the papers scream:

ALL MIGHT’S SUCCESSOR BEATEN WHILE TEACHER WATCHES.

It’s a storm and a half. Aldera is torn apart and every way they had treated Izuku is released by the young secretary who had cared for him and tried to help.

People are asked opinions and heroes glare at the school. They snarl out opinions and spit out their thoughts. UA releases a statement they will help with the lawyers if needed as does a hundred different schools. Some offer to have Izuku complete his final year with them.

It’s a mess. More so when Endeavour speaks.

“Endeavour!” One reporter manages to corner him. “What are your thoughts on the Aldera situation?”

“... one of my sons is Quirkless. The entire reason he is homeschooled is to prevent things like Aldera from happening to him.” Endeavour spits out. “Places like Aldera are cesspools.”

“Why didn’t anyone know about this?” Asks the reporter. “Why hide your-“

“My wife wanted to.” Endeavour snaps. “If you want I can release the videos of our discussions about it. My wife is mentally unwell and struggled with the idea of a Quirkless child. She loves him dearly but…” he sighs. “I have no care but due to her place in a mental institution I have kept silent so it would not set her back. With all this going on though I am speaking out about it. Being a bigot is disgusting.” It’s all he says and he leaves, unaware of the fact his children had watched and now are ripping things apart in confusion, only one knowing anything and looking at her brothers in worry.

Another watches and bares his teeth in anger.

But for Izuku the words of a pro hero known to be a traditionalist, known to be a jerk, known to be unpleasant… his words affect everyone too. If Endeavour thinks it’s disgusting…

Then he knows they truly are wrong. Everyone.

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“He wasn’t the worst.” Izuku speaks. He’s sitting in a courtroom, a day off from his training to participate in the lawsuit. It had suddenly been put in court fast. Very fast but given that All Might’s successor was involved, was it any wonder. “Kaa… Bakugou wasn’t the worst.”

“Oh?” Asks the lawyer presenting the schools. “According to the teachers he-“

“He was the most verbal.” Izuku agreed, cutting him off. “He was the most verbal. But I’ve only known him to use his Quirk twice on me. Every other student did it often.” Izuku stands to show off his arms, detail a kid with spikes who would lean in to close on purpose in front of the teacher, speaking of one of Bakugou’s friends with long fingers who would shove them down his throat to choke him out. Bakugou would beat him up but rarely use his Quirk- not after he had been scolded harshly for using explosives on others. “I remember one time a student put spider lilies on my desk and a teacher pulled out a vase. Bakugou grabbed both and exploded them.”

“Sources say he told you to jump off a roof and pray for a Quirk in the next life,” the lawyer presses.

“And a teacher put a knife on my desk after a Quirkless girl slit her wrists,” Izuku says and the lawyer stops, stares and turns. Said teacher has gone very pale in the crowd.

Izuku is only kind of amused when the lawyer right there resigns, stating there is a limit and they crossed it, agreeing to take any penalties offered.

It’s a pretty clear victory for Izuku and his side, and they walk out without a backward glance.

As well, Izuku had managed to get something for Ka… Bakugou.

His mom told him that she didn’t think he should keep using his nickname and Izuku had to agree. It had stopped being a friendly thing years before and holding on did no good- not after he decided to beat him up simply for getting a possible Quirk.

Bakugou would be allowed to attend a hero school under probation. If he attends UA with Izuku they would not be allowed in the same class or be allowed to fight against each other. He would be monitored.

It’s enough. Izuku hopes it’s enough.

Meanwhile, the hero who had helped him during the beating is still around. He’s Eraserhead and Izuku is so excited to meet him.

He’s the one who comes up with a plan for schooling. Izuku is homeschooled now and spends most days on the beach. Eraserhead is often with him shouting out lessons or using the trash to teach. Sometimes other heroes come by to help.

Izuku is taught by a variety of heroes as he works and he finds himself thriving where before he would not.

“It takes a village,” he overhears his mother say to Eraserhead. “Thank you all.”

“He’s a good kid from what we’ve seen. He’s inheriting a big legacy.”

“Yes. Yes, he is.”

-0-

Izuku is given the hair the day of the regular exam- though he’s not taking it. That had been discussed with Nezu, Eraserhead, Yagi and multiple others who all agreed he would need more training before using his Quirk. Instead, he was to take the recommendation exam- which was a giant race through an obstacle field. He wouldn’t need a Quirk, just his mind for that.

He takes the hair and swallows, making a face. It’s just him and All Might, the others having agreed not to show up.

“I’m proud of you,” Yagi tells him. “You’ve come far.” Izuku hums and looks over the beach, cleaned and clear.

“...Thanks All Might,” he tells his hero. The man laughs.

“Nothing of it young Midoriya.”

Izuku will go to UA as the successor of All Might.

He wonders what the world had in store for him.

#bnha #bnha au #boku no hero academia #izuku midoriya #yagi toshinori #various others #bakugou faces consequences

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justenjoythegossip · 11 months ago

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CHRIS’ BRAND IS IN CRISIS

A steady and constant decline…

Since he came back to social media to sell dog food for the back Friday (a very tactless error in my opinion), Chris has been hemorrhaging followers on Instagram. At this point, he has lost more 500,000 followers. And it keeps going down. I have already written a post about my thoughts regarding those numbers. Here is a link if anyone is interested in checking it out.

Here is the latest chart showing his numbers of followers…

We can still observe the same trends, his drop is constant and steady but more interestingly his loss of followers was even steeper on January 25th and today. And this is rather concerning for him and his team because the 25th was the day his next movie project was announced. And we know yesterday and today were all about the ASP stunts in DC. And he even got press coverage for it and a nice little article from one of his sponsors: People’s Magazine.

I have speculated that his team probably didn't buy any bots or not as many as usual when the Coen movie was announced, because they likely wanted to monitor if that news would bring him any natural follows. I suspect the movie announcement didn't bring him any or very few. Or it might have even cost him some real follows. Who knows?

We see the exact same trend today after yesterday’s stunt in DC. It’s actually even a little worse. So we can deduce that his acting career is not helping him at the moment, his brand as a political activist isn’t helping him either. And let’s not even mention his shenanigans with his kinda “wife”. To sum things up, his brand is in crisis.

His “political activism” is starting to become offensive…

I already wrote an article that mentioned his performative activism. If people want to check it out.

Real or not, Chris has attached himself to a trolling fat-shaming, racist, antisemitic, Nazi sympathizing clout-chaser. And the optics are absolutely horrifying. Here are some of the receipts provided by Anni's Little Shop of Horrors

So his political activism looks not only hypocritical and performative now, it also appears as a rather infuriating provocation. This ASP stunt was very ill-conceived. I am not sure it was his decision to do so. Maybe the investors demanded he did more with the company. But the end result is disastrous all the same.

He and his team should have read the room after the horrible comments he got after that infamous ASP chat about racism and antisemitism. That was his clue to stay away from any kind of political involvement for the time being. But he and his team have doubled down. Like they have done so with the shitshow with Abba since the very beginning. They have managed to alienate so many fans and they continue to do so. It’s not stubbornness at this point, it’s the exact definition of insanity: doing the same things and expecting different results.

Time for a new brand and a reinvention…

I wrote and I still think Chris is going to be just fine. But his past brand has been really damaged and his rebrand isn't working out so resorting to old tactics and tricks is unlikely to help him regain the fans he lost or to make him gain any new ones.

Interesting enough, he or his team have just cleaned his Instagram once more. And now apart from an ASP promo and one R1 still, it's all about Dodger. The focus on his Dog dad persona might not prove more efficient in regaining his fans though. They have used that poor dog way too much in those shenanigans with Abba, and they have let her use him as well.

I don’t think Christopher’s haven would provide much help at the moment because he already burnt that bridge. And Marvel being a sinking ship at the moment, I am not sure that even his alter ego Captain America could help him. So it’s probably time for a change. The real kind!

Gandhi famously said:

"We but mirror the world. All the tendencies present in the outer world are to be found in the world of our body. If we could change ourselves, the tendencies in the world would also change. As a man changes his own nature, so does the attitude of the world change towards him. This is the divine mystery supreme. A wonderful thing it is and the source of our happiness. We need not wait to see what others do.”

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themusicmansstuff · 2 years ago

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Hive headcanons that i have but make little sense

When they escaped being frozen they were all sick for weeks

Billy numerous has full on conversations with his clones when he’s alone

Everybody has walked in on them at least once

The hive have 2 photographs of the team framed somewhere in the base like lil family photos

One is with jinx and the other is without

Gizmo is like 10 years old

either seemore or mammoth cook, if not then they all get takeout

Kyd brought home a cat once while it was raining and now it roams outside of the base

Everytime it rains its brought inside

Seemore became the new leader after jinx left

Speaking of jinx and the titans and such i think they would lay low for a while but still do some light thievery

Seemore, mammoth and kyd prefer to go to the mall for their stealing while billy and gizmo go to video game stores

Gizmo is some sort of meta human

He is also Russian

I based this one off a fanfiction but billy watches crime documentarys

They all enjoy watching fnaf playthroughs

Mammoths favorite movie is ice age

They all have gotten much closer after jinx left for fear of others leaving

They have movie nights every friday and 7/10 its either an ice age movie or a tmnt movie

They are all also mega monkey fans and i hc that there is a movie being made about it in universe that they all plan to see in the theater

They plan to sneak into the theater

Seemore stole a record player because he thought it looked cool but kyd and billy are the ones who actually use it

The hive had to move bases due to jinx knowing where the old one was so billy sadly had to leave his cars behind

They all tried living in an apartment once as “normal civilians” while they were laying low

During that time, seemore got a job as a fast food employee, kyd got a job as a cashier, mammoth got a job as a construction worker and billy dragged gizmo along to a mechanic job he got

Getting the jobs were very hard cuz of their criminal records that needed to be hidden but the jobs sucked, payed not enough for rent and the apartments in general were gross and cramped

They did manage to get that annoying guy next door evicted after he played music way to loud for the 50th time so they count that as a win

They ended up just scrounging around for abandoned placed after they left the apartments and lived in an abandoned hidden hotel in the city

By hidden i mean that one of the only entrances was in a thin alleyway and the others were barricaded

They went to a fair after they settled in the new place and ran into the titans including jinx and kid flash

They did that thing where they disappeared behind a passing truck and just booked it all the way home

They went back next week

They had horses at the fair and thats when kyd found out he was allergic to horses

Also gizmo brought home a rat and kept it in his room for a month before anybody found it

This is getting too long so ill cut it here but ill post some more hive hcs later

#hive five #original teen titans #teen titans #seemore #gizmo teen titans #mammoth #billy numerous #kyd wykkyd #jinx teen titans #kid flash #headcanon #teen titans headcanons #hive five headcanons

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dark--whisperings · 2 months ago

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💖✨FIC REC FRIDAY✨💖

Well, it’s been a HOT MINUTE since I've done one of these.

BUT! Since it's Obiklin Big Bang (@obikinbigbang) season, and I had the absolute pleasure of beta'ing three AMAZING fics, I figured that I would use this space to highlight the wonderful authors and artists who put so much time and effort into their creations over the last few months.

This weeks masterpiece:

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hope is like the sun

Author: boguspreston (@boguspreston) & innominatta (@innominatta)

Artist: SendPseuds (@sendpseuds)

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker/Obi-Wan Kenobi

Warnings: This fic contains MCD, so if this isn't for you, keep on moving!

Summary:

All was still and nothing. All was empty air and destruction. Nothing survived out there. Nothing but infected and the dead. Anakin stared off into the distance, a stillness that he never felt in his life Before settling into his bones. The black padded armor sat upon his body like an ill-fitted skin. His eyes felt heavy, a deep melancholy resting upon his shoulders. A military insignia was patched upon the breast of the Kevlar vest he wore. The rifle in his hands felt otherworldly. or, Five years after the Cordyceps outbreak, Obi-Wan and Anakin struggle to make it in this new, post-apocalyptic world. One day, Anakin goes missing and Obi-Wan must venture beyond the safety of the city to find him.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60465550/chapters/154353913

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If you're a fan of The Last of Us (both the game and the show), this is a fic that you ABSOLUTELY CANNOT miss. The SMUT. 🔥🥵 The IMAGERY. 💖✨ The FEELS. 😭🥹 Yes, it does have a MCD tag, but honestly, a TLOU universe is so appropriate for such a tag. I legit cried basically the entire time I was reading/beta'ing, but it was WORTH EVERY FUCKING SECOND. You definitely wont be disappointed... this fic definitely makes you sad when you reach the end and realize there is no fic left to read.

And the art. THE FUCKING ART! 😘👌 The artist chose my absolutely favourite colour pallet of all time, and one that worked for this verse VERY well. Like, I can actually picture Obi-Wan and Anakin holding each other in the soft light pouring in through warmly-coloured church stained glass windows. It's such a pleasure to look at... I'm in AWE!

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See everyone next time! 💖✨

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #obikin #clone wars #fanfiction #anakin skywaker #fanfic #a03 fanfic #fic recs #fic rec friday #fic rec #obikin fic recs #boguspreston #innominatta #sendpseuds

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icouldntfindquiet · 4 months ago

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if you were their new management what would you do? If you had full control over their next comeback (when everyone's feeling better ❤️‍🩹) what would your plan be?

My answer is long. 🙈

You best be sure we’re getting a statement!! It’ll go something like this:

A long, overdue statement.

First of all, we’d like to thank the fans for your continued support. We know communication has been poor and we sincerely apologize for all the frustration, inconvenience, and financial burden these cancellations have caused. We’ll try our best to minimize them and to inform you as soon as possible, but please keep in mind that we’re human and the risk of falling ill is always there. We prioritize the health and safety of the band and crew to ensure that we can keep playing for you for a long time.

As you already know, we have some new faces in the band. Johnny Bond and Bob Hall have decided to part ways with the band in 2021. Bondy was in the band for 7 years and Bob for 11 years. They’ve been a huge part of the band and we are sad to see them go. However, they’re both still making music so please support them and give their music a listen.

You’re all probably wondering what’s next. We’ve since made a new album we’d like you all to hear and we have some live dates planned. Please stay tuned for more news.

This is all planning/prep before the next single is actually released. Ideally the next single will have a proper music video made. I’ll try to have the band in it but if not possible, I’ll hire actors or use new clips and not old ones. 😆 I also want to schedule an in-person interview with Steve Lamacq (I think he’s back). I’d like for them to talk about the album and for Van to walk through each song. I’ll probably release this interview a week after the album is out to give people time to listen to it. And ofc, Steve Lamacq will have the special privilege of being one of the first to hear the album. 🙂 I’ll also schedule a radio interview with Jack Saunders so Van can promote the new album and tour dates. This will be released after the new single is out.

Fast-forward to Nov/Dec. I suck at teasing new singles but I’m also done with the teasing! 😂 I’ll probably have them post a mysterious date on Monday and on Friday of the same week, we’ll just drop the next single, music video and all with no warning. 😆 After you’ve had the weekend to digest it, I’ll release that interview with Jack Saunders on Monday. We’ll start promoting the tours that’ll happen before the stadium dates and get tickets selling for that. We’ll announce the dates all at once (no slow dripping dates 😆) and support acts will be announced ASAP so fans can listen to their music beforehand. A photographer/videographer will be hired to follow them on tour and to provide content. I’ll have the entirety of one of the stadium shows filmed and available to watch for free.

When 3-4 weeks has passed, we’ll release the second single. I forgot to mention we’ll have a proper music video for that too and it’s the same thing where a date will be posted on Monday and the single will be out on Friday. The Monday after that, we’ll announce the album release date which is preferably before the tour starts but I realize the timeline might be tight. 😬 I want all shows here on out to have new songs played. The setlist will be reworked to include Showtime, the two new singles, and 2-5 more songs from the album.

All while that is happening, I’m going to hire an artist to re-design their merch. We’ll announce more tour dates and hopefully do some TV/radio appearances as well. And hopefully the band will agree to a photo shoot. 😁 Communication will be improved. And going back to Bondy and Bob’s departure, I’d personally like to thank them for what they’ve done for the band, even if it’s just sending them a quick message. I’ll keep it simple and be transparent about it with the band of course!

Thanks for the ask! This was fun to write out. If you were their new manager, what would your plan be?

#feel free to take this idea van 😁👍#talk

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harrison-abbott · 2 months ago

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We weren't boys anymore

Graham got in touch with me to tell me he had a new job. Congratulations, I said to him, Good Show! “We should hook up on Saturday for a drink, if you like?” he said. I said that would be swell. He said he looked forward to seeing me. And so for the next few days, I anticipated seeing him, and I got him a little gift. Had known Graham for about fifteen years – as we’d gone through the grim years of high school together. On Friday night, about nine in the evening, Graham cancelled plans. He said he had to drive his wife somewhere the next day, and therefore couldn’t drink. And I didn’t hear from him in nine months. At which point he sent me a message of his wife’s pregnancy scanning, with a little baby developing in her womb. “Aw, Graham!” I replied. “Congratulations, mate. It’s super cool to think of you as a father.” Graham invited me over to his place for a beer and a meal the next week. “Come over on Wednesday night, old buddy. And I’ll make some nosh.” On Tuesday night he told me he was really sorry but that he couldn’t do the plan anymore because his wife was ill and he needed to look after her. His wife was called Sarah. Two days later I saw Sarah’s posts on Instagram, walking her dog in the autumn park. Hmm. Graham was very selfish in high school, as well. As I say, I knew him from the age of eleven onwards. If he didn’t agree with something that you said, he would just walk away from you and go and speak to somebody else. He did that quite a few times. If he got hungry he would go all sullen, when you were hanging out at night. So you would say something like, “You wanna head over to the bridge for a smoke?” And he would say, “Nah, I wanna go home and get some food.” And, he used to come along to the soccer games that were my local team. And for a while he was a die hard fan. But because the team weren’t that successful, he lost interest in the ceremony of getting dressed up in the colours for the game, etc etc, and just stopped coming. Okay, it’s not a crime to lose interest in a sports team, but for him to say, “Nah, I don’t care about your team anymore,” flatly, absent mindedly, is just a bit low. There were so many other examples with him. And then we both got to our thirties. So we weren’t boys anymore. I barely ever heard from him these days. I saw that Graham had had his baby. Nice, sweet, good stuff. On social media I mean: I saw the photos of the bairn. Time passed by, and Graham and celebrating their baby’s 2nd birthday, with lots of other people. Yay. A few weeks after that, Graham messaged me, saying he was “Popping near your part of town. I’ll be in your neighbourhood that evening. We could head along to Summerhall if you like, in that cocktail joint that we used to go to?” I agreed, uneasily. Yes, I was free that night. I had not seen Graham in five years. So, we arranged the date for that evening. And, in the morning of that day, I woke up to a WhatsApp message from him, going, “Hey, man, I’m really sorry but I don’t think I’m going to be able to make tonight because …” And I just shut my phone off and didn’t read the whole text. I wasn’t even surprised with him anymore. I’d ‘known’ Graham for over two decades, and for most of that I’d hoped he was my friend. But he wasn’t a reliable friend at all. For the time being, I would rather rest a bit in bed a bit more before work. And then speak to my colleagues when I was at my workplace, who were far more consistent people than he was. It was nice that Graham had a kid, and so on. There was also no reason in being repeatedly let down by him anymore.

#writeblr #creative writing #writers on tumblr #spilled ink #tumblr writers #prose #stories #short fiction #fiction #short story

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contentment-of-cats · 1 year ago

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Part I

I cannot think of anyone I would rather have at my side, as we walk our measured miles down the winding road of life (yours being FAR more tenuous than mine) Nonetheless, here we are with you lighting the way as we navigate illness, cats, and fandom. Since you’re so old - ancient even (not so inside joke😆) I have the pleasure of accessing your - WHUT?!- 30 years of fandom activity.

Holy guacamole 🥑!

Welcome, my friend, as this is the first time I have had the pleasure of inviting you to my imaginary easy chairs over here at the Asker’s Studio™️ (cats are extra welcome here)

This is probably going to be in two parts. In this first installment, I would like you to give us your history:

How did you enter fan fiction?

What was the medium? Did you participate in Zines?

Please list the fandoms. What were your experiences/favorites?

Did you have anywhere like A03 to post your fics?

Do you still have any connections from back in the early days?

Included in your history, I would be curious to know if you attended any comic-cons, gatherings, etc.

Bonus: Is it true that in the early days, people used their real names?

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We will end the first half with the overview. The second half of the interview will deal with the growing pains of Fandom: Censorship, Fandom lifecycles, Media transitions, pitfalls (Dark Fandom), and lessons learned.

This has been a long time coming. I’m thrilled to see it come to fruition.

Ahhh! It's great to find this in my inbox this morning. Thank you so much for asking me.

I'm so happy you're feeling better. The measured miles are thoughtful ones, and good for clearing out the crap, but also for finding out who is willing to walk them with you. I'm blessed to have you and other ride or die folks with me. Man, I am Old, not just Fandom Old, but within hailing distance of sixty! No sin in Old, there are a lot of folks who don't make it. I'm blessed there, too, to have the extra time that I do. Let me get comfy in that easy chair, sip my coffee and cuddle a cat.

How did you enter fan fiction?

I became aware of fan fiction and fan works when I was in middle school. My hometown had a great record store, and I'd go in on Fridays with my allowance and whatever kid-work money I had. My Walkman was a constant companion, and I'd buy cassettes and records, then go down the street to the newsstand for comics. One day, I went in and there was a Star Trek mimeographed 'zine - someone cut a mimeograph stencil and inked it. I picked it up, it was the same price as a comic book, but it had stories - some that I should not have been reading in middle school, but I did!

Side note. I remembered reading Spock: Messiah in a zine before it came out as a book. Everyone tells me that no zine would publish something that godawful

It's weird, but now I look back and think that it was someone working in a school. Could have even been one of my teachers. Photo copiers were huge and expensive back then, most schools didn't have them. Those zines were something I anticipated as a kid - and my mother trashed the lot when she found them. Of course, some never put out more than one issue, but the record store soon became the zine store.

I'd always told stories in my head as a kid, but I didn't start writing until I took a creative writing class as an extracurricular in high school. Fan fiction writing for me didn't enter the picture until the start of the internet (at $2.50 a minute on a dialup modem and pre-Windows 95) and I fell into fandom as an activity on Usenet. I think my first fanfic was a Skinner/Scully from X-Files about 1994. I wrote pretty regularly in that pairing, but the fics, the archives, and the e-Groups/Yahoo Groups are long gone.

What was the medium? Did you participate in Zines?

My first fics went to a Usenet group, and then after that to a Skinner/Scully e-Group. I submitted to a couple of archives, too.

I didn't participate in zines, but I did read whenever I could get my hands on one. I stashed them in the attic under one of the floorboards with my comic books and the bodice-ripper romances.

Please list the fandoms. What were your experiences/favorites?

Nancy Drew books were my first fandom. Little House on the Prairie books, too, but I really loved Nancy. Comics - Archie, Wonder Woman, Dr. Strange, and I casually read about a half dozen others. Of course I loved my Saturday morning shows. The after-school specials were too preachy and I hated them. I wished for a magic box to record all my shows so I didn't have to pick and choose - the betamax was out and OMG so expensive. Mom was not going to cough up that kind of money just to record cartoons and kids shows.

My first visual media fandom was Star Trek which I started watching when it was in syndication. I think I was seven or eight? I bought the books long into the early 80s. Space:1999 was next, Star Wars was after that. I know I picked up the zine before the movie came out. Battlestar: Galactica was a favorite and had its own zine.

Then there was a long lull where I was just too jammed with messy family stuff, school, and extracurriculars that kept me out of the house. At fifteen, I started a paycheck job. I didn't really get into being a fan again until ST:TNG, X-Files, and Heir to the Empire. I was in the Harry Potter and Black Butler fandoms, and also wrote in Doctor Who, Sherlock, and Star Trek's reset movie. Fandoms after that were Stargate (movie and SG1), ST:TNG, Babylon 5, Star Trek: Voyager, Sliders, Farscape, Firefly, all of the Star Wars original trilogies (do not talk to me about the sequels), some of the books, and naturally the two latest Thrawn trilogies. I've enjoyed The Mandalorian, Andor, the Bad Batch, and have idly been watching Rebels and The Clone Wars.

Did you have anywhere like A03 to post your fics?

Back in the Ancient Times, there was only Usenet. Then people started posting to e-Groups, Yahoo Groups, and Listserv. Public fanfic didn't really take off until people could make their own sites - think Geocities, Angelfire and so on. People made sites for their own fic, or started archives. Fanfiction.net came along in 1998 and was a HUGE development - anyone could post whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted to do it! You didn't have to submit to an archive, didn't have to format the html. You just uploaded it!

There were a lot of copycats, especially after FF.net went after the porn, but Live Journal gave the authors a place to post fic themselves, and have a social media interaction. It was heaven - until it wasn't. Archive of Our Own grew out of Live Journal and the repeated crackdowns on smut and slash and launched in 2008. I've been there ever since.

Do you still have any connections from back in the early days?

I still have one friend and collaborator that I've known since early 2000's. We talk most nights and have been through a lot together.

Included in your history, I would be curious to know if you attended any comic-cons, gatherings, etc.

Cons and gatherings always required resources that I never had at the same time. If I ever had the time or the money at the same time, I'd go. I used to go to Comic-Con in Pasadena back when it was just a comic and collector's show.

Bonus: Is it true that in the early days, people used their real names?

It depended on the circumstances. Almost everyone online used a pseudonym. In the 'zine days, the circles were smaller and many people used their real names, unless it was smutty.

#asker's studio #aaaaaaaaaaaa #fandom old #i forgot so much shit until you asked me about it

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